Happy summer to all (at least in the Northern Hemisphere)! I've created an Etsy listing for prints of my watercolor painting, "Tulips" about the joy of summer - both the literal season and the season of the heart. You can click here to view.
Author: Fragments of Light
Quelled
rapid little heart so undone thrashes fragile feathered chest, wings frantically fan fiery fear seen and unseen so in need of just one word held quelled in tender hands cupped and quiet
Of Birds and Parenting
Scampering around in the grass barefoot, my son suddenly squealed and leapt for the concrete patio. I went to inspect the source of his alarm: a quivering huddle of feathers. He assumed it was dead like another hapless victim, a naked nestling, we found earlier that evening on a nearby rock. But as I knelt…Read more Of Birds and Parenting
Witnesses
A Summer Night at Grandpa's House hot the night air white the hot light dancing in distant moonlit fields drowning in years of gathered emptying skies pouring down our windowpane drumming our whispers into the restless drone of the fan of still musty the dusty presence of settling walls of eyes in photos in every…Read more Witnesses
Do Dogs Go to Heaven?
If dogs wore clothing, Rico would have been a tuxedo-clad gentleman. I'm sure he would have played the saxophone in a jazz band. Rico, a brindle greyhound, came into our lives most unexpectedly. A co-worker rescued him after he retired from racing, but shared her concerns about keeping him in her apartment. My husband and…Read more Do Dogs Go to Heaven?
Colorado Magic
From the intricate details of a Columbine wildflower to skies soaring over mountain peaks, Colorado is truly a magic place. I am prone to sudden and frequent exclamations to my children, "Do you realize how blessed we are to live here!?" As I roam my home state, chasing after my kids' baseball games this summer, wonder and gratitude…Read more Colorado Magic
Summer Has Come
Time and space for painting and writing is scarce this summer. Without accessing those deep creative parts of my being, at times I feel dry and out-of-touch with myself and with God. But I am simultaneously aware that my heart is storing away moments like treasures from a far-away land. Moments in time that, when there…Read more Summer Has Come
Still Thinking about Haiti
When I visit another country, it is the terrain of the heart I most long to explore. What do people value, fear, hope? It is the majesty of the human soul in its myriad global expressions that captivates me. The first time I visited a culture far from home, I felt like I was watching shadows…Read more Still Thinking about Haiti
A Journey Through the Dust of Haiti
Remembering a Conversation in Haiti Amber-diffused light ignites the dusty air with tender touch of setting sun. Beads of sweat and sighs of labor sift back to earth as day seeps away. Meandering people speak in a lilting language I do not know, mingled with children’s playful giggles. Suddenly, conversation shifts, from easy walking-camaraderie to…Read more A Journey Through the Dust of Haiti
For Love of the Game
When the clatter of life presses in, I step through that stadium opening and every worry fades in a sun-wash across my eyes. Like laundry bleached white, the day flaps in the breeze, bright and full of possibility. Rows of metal bleachers guard the perimeter, keeping watch with the outfield fence proclaiming, “Welcome to the friendly confines of…Read more For Love of the Game
Colleen Briggs Images & Writing 